Mysterious Recovery: Starting at Caesars Hotel

Chapter 64 Anomaly on the fifth floor

On the fifth floor of Caesar Hotel, in the corridor.

"Run, run quickly."

A woman wearing a hotel manager's uniform with an extremely frightened expression was limping away desperately.

She seemed to have injured her leg, but she didn't dare to look back, as if a scourge was chasing her.

Perhaps at this moment, she was more willing to face savage beasts than those extremely weird things.

Because chasing her was a group of men in suits and ties.

They maintained a unified posture, their heads lowered at an abnormal level, and they held up an old newspaper stiffly.

While concentrating on reading the newspaper, they followed step by step with steps as heavy as corpses.

What is even more incredible is that there is no face on their lowered heads, only a dark yellow and tight blank human skin.

They had no facial features, and showed no signs of falling when they ran, because their disappeared faces were stuck to the newspapers in their hands.

The faces plastered on the newspaper retain the expressions they had at the last moment of their lives. They are old and young, but they are all full of fear and terror.

Dead faces peered through the old newspapers, staring maliciously at the escaping woman, as if they wanted to turn her into a being like them.

The hotel corridor was not long. Seeing that it was about to reach the end, the escaping woman quickened her pace, with a strong desire in her eyes.

"Hurry up, we have to escape."

Although she was limping, she was not slow. Even though her face was pale because of the pain, as long as she left this corridor, she would hope to find other people in the hotel and seek help.

Yet at this moment.

An old man who was reading a newspaper suddenly walked out of the corner at the end of the corridor and blocked her path without saying a word.

The old man's faceless head was staring at the newspaper, while the bloody old face stuck to the newspaper was staring at her.

Under attack from front and back.

"what……"

The woman stared, her expression completely broken, and she screamed as she collapsed.

A man in a suit approached first, then slowly raised the old newspaper in his hand and aimed it at her face mercilessly.

Getting closer and closer.

In just a short while, her face will be removed and she will become a new member of the other party.

However it took a while.

She opened her eyes and found that a newspaper was only three centimeters away from her face. She was even looking at the dead face with a weird smile on the newspaper.

"what……"

However, the faceless men who approached did not hurt her. They seemed to have seen something more terrifying, and the action of sticking the newspaper to their faces was interrupted.

At this time, the woman huddled in the corner looked to the side, and she saw a young man who seemed to appear out of thin air beside her.

This man stood there without saying a word, holding a golden oil lamp with simple craftsmanship but extremely luxurious in his hand.

The firelight from the oil lamp spread out, illuminating the originally dark corridor and shrouding the surroundings with a sense of coldness.

Due to the appearance of this person, a group of faceless men suddenly underwent astonishing changes.

The corpses without facial features seemed to have suffered some incomprehensible attack at this time, and they all fell to the ground in unison.

The blood-stained old newspapers they held in their hands began to emit sparks strangely, and the faces of people who seemed to be peeled off, whether sad or happy, frightened or frightened, gradually lost their expressions and returned to the way they should be after death.

The ghosts of the hearth fire invaded the corpse, dispelling the supernatural power of the newspaper ghost stored on it, and returned the corpse to its normal pattern.

However, this action seemed to disturb something.

"call……"

A dark wind blew from the end of the corridor, and pieces of red paper were flying around, trying to get closer.

However, the dark wind blowing could not break through the fire and ghosts, and was blocked at the end of the aisle.

"Tong Qian? Newspaper ghost?"

Liang Tian turned his face sideways and looked indifferently towards the direction where the red paper was flying.

At the end of the corridor stood a woman with a stiff and weird smile, holding up a blood-stained newspaper.

That was Tong Qian, with the same appearance and body, but she seemed extremely unfamiliar at the moment. After peeking at the situation here, Tong Qian seemed to find that she could not resist, and finally chose to turn around and leave.

When the ghosts couldn't suppress the ghosts in the furnace, the ghosts very wisely chose to retreat.

At this moment, the surrounding environment returned to normal and became no longer weird.

"I survived."

The woman sitting in the aisle began to get excited. She could no longer suppress her excitement and began to release the excitement in her heart.

Liang Tian withdrew his gaze, just glanced at the woman lightly, then held up the lamp and prepared to leave.

He had no intention of imprisoning the newspaper ghost because he could not regain Tong Qian's smiling face from the newspaper ghost. That was the ability of the headless ghost.

He is not good at this aspect of supernatural powers, so treating it coldly and waiting for Yang Jian to come over is the best way.

at this time.

The woman struggled to her feet and shouted, "Where are you going?"

"Go find a room and hide. There's still a chance of survival."

Liang Tian said a word, and then walked toward the stairs.

He wanted to go downstairs and go to the fourth floor to find the weird corridor connecting to the supernatural place.

As for this survivor, he had no intention of taking care of it.

Who dares to guarantee that the other person's memory has not been tampered with? You must know that in the midst of a supernatural event, a slight mistake may kill you.

And he is not Tong Qian's kind of person, but a dead soul crawling out from the most terrifying hell.

There is no supernatural event that will not kill someone. He will not delay his actions for an ordinary person. If this woman can survive until he leaves the hotel, it wouldn't be a bad idea to take her out with her.

But now, it is impossible for him to put aside his actions to save others.

But obviously.

This woman refused to let go of the last straw, got up from the ground, and followed closely with a limp.

"Get back or I'll kill you."

Liang Tian turned back suddenly and looked over with cold eyes.

His voice was low, and his resolute eyes showed vigilance and defense.

But the woman seemed to be frightened. She immediately stopped in fear and said in a pleading voice: "My...my name is An Xin. Thank you for saving me. Please, can you take me with you?"

"No." Liang Tian's eyes moved. Even though the other party didn't look like his memory had been tampered with, he refused the request without hesitation.

An Xin was suddenly confused, not knowing how to ask.

The look in the other person's eyes made her dare not doubt that if she continued to follow him, she would really die.

She didn't dare to gamble.

All this exceeded her knowledge. Not only ghosts appeared in the world, but also people who dealt with ghosts appeared.

And this guy is not friendly.

"I listen to you. I'll hide in the room. When you want to leave, can you take me with you?" An Xin looked a little flustered, fearing that he would be given up, so he cooperated hard.

"can."

Liang Tian glanced at it, raised his eyebrows, and agreed.

After the ghost slaves are cleared, if this woman is willing to stay in the room on the fifth floor, she will be safe.

Because he will stay on the fourth floor, the newspaper ghost who has escaped once will most likely not go to the fifth floor to kill again.

Under the woman's nervous and expectant gaze, Liang Tian walked to the end of the corridor and finally disappeared from her sight.

She turned her head sideways, not daring to look at the dozens of faceless corpses lying in the corridor. She quickly and suspiciously checked the surrounding corridors. After finding nothing unusual, she chose a guest room, ran in and immediately locked the door.

"Who is he? What's his name?"

Panting, she pressed against the door and looked at the empty room. It was only now that she dared to relax a little. She thought of that man in her mind, and a deep curiosity arose in her heart.

However, the next moment, she covered her broken leg with a painful expression and took a breath of cold air.

(End of this chapter)